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Monday October 21, 2013

Dave Bonta October 21, 2013

Patches of frost in the yard. A yellow jacket from the underground nest in the garden lands on the shoulder of my sunlit coat.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged frost, hornets, yellowjacket
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